Naked Pagan
A naked pagan
dancing with the sky
I am alien in your world
.
Your houses, factories, TV sets
It is difficult for me to understand
how can you live this way?
but you do
.
i need trees, grass, sky
Rushing rivers and willing consorts
fresh strawberries picked from the ground
.
You tell me of vaccines, hospitals,
guaranteed food supply
heat in the winter
.
Yes, these are good things
when enjoyed properly
but why give up
.
the joy of feeling
the sun on your heart
the waves on your flesh
trances
the companionship of spirit
.
Why do you seem to lack
joy,contentment,fulfillment
serenity, and
integrity
.
You sell yourself to the highest bidder and
live in fear of not selling yourself
Why can you not find a way to have it all
.
If this technology is so wonderful
why are so many unhappy
sick at heart
filled with all manner of diseased emotions and
homeless in the streets
.
I don’t understand
.
The gifts I offer
you think worthless
.
I offer the sand, the sea
the earth, the sky
compassion
and deep feelings
.
What you want from me is to be a robot
For that I may earn enough to buy food and pay rent
since you have set a price on every inch of the earth
by what right do you control this land
.
I don’t understand
but, after all
I am only
.
A naked pagan
Naked Pagan
Dear Socrates,
Thank you for this poem! It’s always a delight to discover new original writers with original voices who strive for the kind of natural and timeless beauty that has shaped the sound and music of poets across all time.
With your permission, I would gladly publish this poem on The Chained Muse.
I look forward to reading more of your stuff. Keep it up!
Sincerely,
David Gosselin
Editor
www.thechainedmuse.com